March 14 is Pi Day!

Finally, I have something besides politics to write about! Reed is in the kitchen finishing up a chocolate candy crunch (Heath bars) pie for work tomorrow. Most of you know that he is an electrical engineer. So his company's fun committee decided to celebrate Pi Day by having a Pie day. Get it? Do you get it? Did you get it?

Well, I just love my little engineer! He instructed me not to make fun of him in my blog entry. But I am serious, if you are in love with an engineer, why wouldn't you find having a Pie Day on Pi Day the most adorable thing in the world?? And I am not in the la-la stage of love....we've been together five years this May, and I still find him as adorable as when I first met him.

He invited me into the kitchen to lick the bowl. I was in heaven. He reminded me of the time we had dinner with our friends David and John and went to Houlihan's afterward for dessert. He and I shared this candy ice cream sundae that was beyond words, it was that good. Weeks or months later, we were in the car talking, or we might have been with friends, and I recounted the time I had this awesome ice cream sundae that had pieces of candy in it. Reed turned to me and reminded me that we were together and both shared that sundae. Today, whenever I am in ecstasy from some food item, he'll say, "Are you going to remember that I was here later?"

I love realizing all the ways we are different and how certain circumstances show our differences. He just yelled from the kitchen that he forgot to put the chocolate on the top of the pie, he was supposed to melt a piece of chocolate and drizzle it over the pie. I told him to just drizzle the chocolate syrup we have in the refrigerator. He responded, "Yeah, no. I think I'll do it the way they say to do it." The difference: he would be a technically perfect cook, and I would be the one....oh, I am the one...who can't remember how he put a dish together. The most valuable thing we've both learned is that being different from each other is normal, and it doesn't make the other person a freak. That has been hard for me to grasp. The fact that I am such a bad housekeeper and disorganized -- and that Reed is such a good housekeeper and so very organized -- still makes me feel like I am a rotten person and a worse boyfriend. I am constantly being reminded by friends that I am just wired differently, that's all. Yeah, wired to be a freak.

That reminds me, I am reading this book called "Conversations with God." My friend Anne lent it to me. Many of the messages are similar to The Secret, which I have not actually read or watched yet. But if you watch Oprah enough, you get the gist of The Secret pretty quickly. But the message for me is to not say those things about myself. The book says we are not discovering each new day but creating each new day. And your thoughts and words affect the outcome of your reality. Just call me New Age Ned. :)

The weird part of this story, which also personifies me, is the fact that I discovered--as I was doing my Indiana taxes and had to list all my out of state purchases that I did not pay sales tax on (all basically from Amazon.com!)--that I had, in fact, bought this very book last May. But I have no recollection of ever receiving it, and I remember the other books and CDs I got in that same shipment. And this book is no where to be found in our house. And before Anne told me about the book, I don't recall every hearing about it. So how and why did I make that purchase last May and where the hell is that book anyway? I mean, I went to Amazon.com to look up the book to buy it, then went to Half-Price Books and was ready to buy one of the three books in the series, all this before I found out I had ordered it previously. It's disconcerting to not have any memory at all of my previous affinity for this book.

Okay, I need to work on some work stuff. I hate doing conference reports! I have one from a meeting on Monday or Tuesday that I still need to do. Or maybe it was from last week. Anyway, I need to make edits to a communication plan I did and shared with the client. They tore it apart by wordsmithing it to death. I tried to tell them that none of these words would appear in print anywhere, that this plan was just to guide the process. But still they edited! Plus I am trying to get that clip of George Bush I mentioned yesterday. I will get it for you! I swear!

Drew

PS: Meanwile, I found these photos on flickr so Pie Day exists elsewhere! And this let's me work on my HTML skills! My mad HTML skills!